The last practice and scrimmage before Saturday's bout, is now over - with the competition adequately sized-up. And some new bruises to show for it.

FUN!! FUN!! FUN!!

Please, if you're coming to the bout - support my team, the Battling Mermaids, and wear orange and green. And above all, remember it's a game and you're there to have FUN!!

LoneStar Roller Sports Rink
1800 Shady Oaks Drive
Denton, Texas

Ticket Info

Buy Tickets: http://www.deceptionderby.com/events/2011-09-10

VIPs tickets will allow you to gain access before others. For VIP ticket holders doors open a 6pm., giving you the chance for the best seats in the house. All tickets purchased on Eventbrite or via an actual ticket are guaranteed admission. Some tickets may be available the day of the event. However, the event may sell out if you wait.

General Information

General admission ($12) will open at 6:15pm. VIP ($20) seating will open at 6pm. First come first serve seating, so purchase a VIP. BYOB, no glass and bring your own chairs for floor seating.

It's time to catch you all up a little. So on August 21, I took my endurance laps test. I needed to get 20 laps around the derby rink in 5 minutes minimum. My time was 4:17. This shaved 18 seconds off my previous best time, set in June. Thus, I did well. So I figured it was a no-brainer that I'd be back on my team asap. I was mistaking...

A long story made short: I'm a MERMAID!!

Saturday, September 10th
at LoneStar Roller rink in Denton

The North Texas Derby Revolution will have an exhibition bout at the Dallas Deception's next bout. (Dallas Deception is the men's derby league in the area.)

The Battling Mermaids vs. The Fighting Unicorns!

NTDR will open for the Deception. We'll play a half, then they'll play a half, etc.


Doors open at 6pm. First whistle at 6:30. Bring your lawn chairs and coolers - no glass!

LoneStar Rink
1800 Shady Oaks Drive
Denton, TX 76205
http://www.lonestarrink.com/

Today is August 21. It's a Sunday and I'm up early writing this blog post before church. I'm not going to God church this morning - I'm going to Quad church. Today is supposed to be the day I've been waiting on to end this limbo state I've been in for the past month.

There's a calendar contest that one of my gals has entered. During the month of August, you can vote for up to 3 pictures. The top ones selected will go in the calendar. The all-time winner of the pictorial contest will receive 5% of all proceeds the calendar brings in for her league.

Go vote for Kung Pow Catalina, please.

I just did the search and find CTRL F to get through all the others.

Thanks for your help!

http://derbygirlsblog.com/2011/07/31/ ... der-contest-enter-to-win/

Today I got a call I didn’t like with a big ‘ol dose of humble pie. I struggle and struggle and try my best and poof, it all blows up in my face… or, over the phone. If you’ve been keeping up with my Derby Dame postings, you know I’ve been struggling a bit during endurance drills. It’s been exacerbated after two weeks off my skates while on vacation. Trying to get that stamina back has been really rough. I’ve had to pull out of drills on occasion and suffer that humiliation as well as deep physical exhaustion. I don’t know what happened while I was gone, but the other bitches got FAST, and this mama isn’t keeping up. It has been mentally, physically, and emotionally fatiguing on me.

I am a BOUTING skater. That means I've passed all my current assessment tests, I skate with the big girls - hell, I AM one of the big girls. I don’t mean fat, I mean I scrimmage. I hit, I block, and I occasionally stand still and hold people still with positional blocking. I become the cornerstone of a wall then suddenly I have to sprint my ass off to deal with whatever is going on next.

I love roller derby. I swear I do. I love sweating and skating and bumping and strategy and just getting the job done. I love it. I love that I've met wonderful women, I've made lots, LOTS of new friends, and I love that I don't feel judged. I appear under-tattooed, but that's remediable.

What I don't dig - and I knew I didn't even before it happened - and I knew eventually it would happen, but I didn't want it to - I HATE DRAMA. Female drama make me crazy. That's just all there is to it. I've heard it before, "When you put 80 or more women together in one place for very long, you're going to end up with drama." No shit, Sherlock.

This weekend has sucked with the drama! (I'm so F'ing sick of that word! Thesaurus, where are you?)

It's been a chain reaction of events that leads me to tonight - BLOGGING about it while on my vacation with my family at the beach! God bless my family for putting up with me during this ridiculously stressful time for me.

Tonight's practice sucked. Sucked... sucked... sucked!!

The last couple of Wednesdays, I've gone early to practice (7:15-7:30ish) - to get in some good time warming up before hand and practice a few skills on my own. Double-edged sword scenario, don't 'cha know. Yes, I'm able to work on stuff (skills, speed), but I'm damn tired by the time REAL practice starts at 9pm (ends at 10:45-11pm). And what did we do tonight??? Endurance drills.

Most of the time during derby, I'm not too aggressive. I'm not into hurting other people. I intend to eventually be a tremendous POSITIONAL blocker. I want to be the best in the league. Meaning, I want to park myself in front of someone and make it impossible for them to pass, or even push (not hit) them out of bounds. However, something came over me last night. I found out that I have a sinister side.

During a "Queen of the Track" game, when caught by an opposing player for out-of-bounds play, which would have eliminated me, I denied, denied, denied and then lied to the ref. The ref didn't buy it, and I was ultimately sent out of the game. Not too bad, but still a bit out of my character.

Later, when in the middle of a jam, I felt myself losing balance. In that moment of knowing that I was going down, I distinctly remember having the thought, "If I'm going down I'm taking some of these bitches with me." (BAD FLUFFY!! BAD!!!) The next thing I know, I'm down on my knees and elbows skidding laterally, much like a big bowling ball. I look up enough to see at least 5 girls go flying over me to their own knees and elbows. I think I might have even smiled while I thought to myself, "Hellya bitches!"

I got sent to the penalty box. They call that "Intentional Tripping." I call it effective.